The Perfect Wife's Perfect Revenge

Chapter 271

Game development required a special kind of programming language, and this time, the whole team was working together. Victoria poured even more effort into it than when she'd coded alone for her last project.

If she could earn Curtis's trust-and win over the entire tech department-she might finally get access to Quantum Core Technologies' most guarded secrets. For Victoria, this was a huge break, one she was determined not to let slip by.

But there was another complication: Max and Gwyneth already knew each other, and Victoria had met both Marcus and Max under different identities. When everyone finally met, there'd be no way to keep her marriage to McNeil under wraps.

It was a simple thing, really-no point in making everyone feel awkward over it. Marcus was disappointed, but there was nothing he could do.

That afternoon, McNeil and Violet went together to pick Gwyneth up from school. When Gwyneth didn't see her mom waiting, she felt a little pang of disappointment.

"Gwyn, how about coming with us to Mr. Green's house after school?" Violet asked with a bright smile, just as Max came out of the school gates.

Marcus had asked them to bring Max home as well.

Gwyneth's face lit up when she saw Max and she waved enthusiastically. "Max! Daddy and Violet are taking me to your uncle's house to play. Let's go together!"

Max looked pleased-until he noticed Violet. His expression soured, and his brows knitted together.

Why did this witch have to be here too?

"I'll wait for my uncle," he muttered stubbornly. He had no desire to ride with that

woman.

we're all going back together," McNeil explained. "You and Gwyneth are such good friends. Unless you're just shy about riding in the same car as

a witch from a storybook, and he

unbothered, handed Max the phone. "Your uncle

quite a bit of coaxing over the phone before Max finally agreed to ride home in

her, and today he'd even promised to give her that model

of anticipation as they climbed into the car. Max sat in the back, right next to her, and leaned over to whisper

Miss Violet?" he asked

really nice

and pursed his lips, unconvinced. There

way someone like her could be good to Gwyneth. Hadn't

of people. He'd taken

he'd bring Violet along. But Max had never realized that

car pulled smoothly to a

didn't bother waiting for the driver; he jumped out and, remembering

was spacious, with a swimming pool out front. But the monochrome décor a sea of black, white, and gray-made the place feel cold and impersonal,

trailed after Max as he darted around,

feel the difference. Max's house never felt as cozy or inviting

filled with soft furnishings and little touches that radiated warmth. Even when Gwyneth stayed at Winding Peak Lane, where Violet looked after her, it never felt quite the same. Despite the nearly identical layout, it was her own home with Mommy and Daddy that felt

toys-and the racecar Miss Fannie gave me for my birthday,"